Three years ago, for Valentine’s Day, the Fox Theater in Tucson was showing Annie Hall, which gave me the privilege of seeing it in a theater. It had been twenty years since I had seen it last, and it amazed me: its inventiveness, its consistently good humor, the truly impressive way that it brings you […]
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A shot of me at what should be a Tucson landmark.
“In 1858 the reputation of southern Arizona for wickedness was just beginning. By the Gadsden Purchase this border territory had recently been acquired from Mexico. The tradition of mines of fabulous richness, abandoned by the Spaniards, made this remote country a new El Dorado. The sudden influx of Americans, eager to exploit its mineral treasures, […]
I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry Every black’ning […]
I’m really no good at adapting – “no one changes you” being the way my ex-wife summed it up – so it’s not a surprise that I’m having some difficulty living in Arizona. I went to a pizza place on Saturday without any cash, and asked for a nearby ATM. The voice of the guy […]
I saw the Western The 3:10 To Yuma at the Fox Theater in downtown Tucson last night. The movie was good, though the “suspension of disbelief” requirements were a little high for me: the plot revolves around getting a notorious desperado onto a train to be hanged in Yuma. A fairly large number of people die […]
This is from the “never saw that before” department: while at mass at San Augustin cathedral in Tucson, I was going up to communion behind a couple with a newborn infant. They were very cute: they were supposed to go up to communion in single file, but walked up half side-by-side as if unable to […]